On a recent Disability After Dark Andrew Gurza talks about his first threesome – about his fantasy, his anticipation, what actually happened & what he learned as a result. His fantasy, much like most sex fantasy, was informed by porn – which always removes the negotiation – you know the meeting, the decisions of where, when, who. Consent is frequently done by mental telepathy.
My experience with such sexplay has been limited, not as limited as Andrew’s mind you. But my expectations were as unrealistic as his. It was hard enough to create the opportunity for one-on-one that arranging seemed was impossible. The first was with a couple I met while out of town – there was sufficient attraction between the three of us but I was more into one of them than the other. In fact this attraction unbalance is unavoidable. It was fun but not at all as wild as I expected. They had been a couple for many years & things were rather sedate.
It was some years before another opportunity presented itself. The same attraction unbalance was present but this time I didn’t mind it at all.
I been approached on line a few times, invites to orgies, sex parties but decline when I see things like 420 friendly or p’n’p. Not that I care what other people do but they certainly are aware when one of the crowd is clean & sober – that one usually has firm boundaries. This I found in the one 4some I was invited to. It was okay until it became clear one or two of them were slipping away to use – when it devolved into a fashion show in which the host tried on every leather garment he owned I left. Too much booze as well.
The most recent time, a year or so ago, was perhaps the best time. One of my regulars invited me over & while we were warming up he kept checking his cell phone – he said he was expecting a call from his sister as their mother was unwell. He went to the washroom & came back with another guy – whom he had invited over to surprise me. A good time was had by all.
What did I learn from these experiences? I only play well with others under the right circumstances 🙂
Dangerous Science
one winter
scientists descended on our village
to study our brains
to see why we insisted on going to strip bars
when there as no light at night
why would average men women boys girls
sit around a dark room
while strippers worked the sacred pole
with alarming spills of ritual water
with cascades of tumbling moose bones
what seemed like an aberration to them
we had come to accept as normal
they wanted to see which hemispheres
of the brain were stimulated
by erotic simulations in the dark of winter
they attached electrodes to our skulls
capacitor cuff measurers to penises
women were forced to wear
vaginal quake seismographs
that took hours to implant correctly
all of which had to done before night fall
in the brief time after washing clothes
gutting fresh moose
and applying fish scale to eyelids
they weren’t paying us anything either
or we might have allowed
the rectal probe sensors
and calf implant durameters
there are somethings so shameful
no person will do them for free
the scientists stayed almost two weeks
making endless charts
that they would force us to see
every day at lunch time in the cathedral
to prepare us for the work that night
and when they were done
they didn’t have any conclusion
they didn’t find out there was comfort
in sitting in the dark
not seeing the spectacle
of undressing going on around us
that we were happy the way we were
once they were gone
there was unrest
with the way things always had been
some became angry at the night
they struck out with fists and feet
at the pitchy dark
to teach it a lesson
they refused to go the strip bars
they felt it was now just any empty sham
the village had been stuck in for thousands of years
nothing could be done to assuage
their crushing loss of direction
their beliefs had been questioned
I was a mere boy
and didn’t have as much to believe in yet
so I continued to go to unlit strip bars
with my sisters
waiting for them to finish
and walking them home
ignoring the weeping of the men
in Whistling Woods
men who were now lost
thanks to dangerous science
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